“C. Q.”; or, In the Wireless House
house and Binks reappeared waving a sheet of paper.
“Marconigram from the Capting tellin’ wot a bloomin’ ’ero ’e is!” announced the latter.
“Thanks,” said Micky, bringing down his feet. “Here's The Pink ’Un,— I 'm done with it.”
Binks grabbed up the sheet and hurriedly left the office for his own quarters, there to devour greedily its engrossing contents.
“Cunard, Liverpool," ran the Captain’s message. “Criminal wanted discovered today on Pavonia. Placed under immediate arrest. Await instructions New York
“Ponsonby.”
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